I sat at the foot of the bed with my wife’s feet in my hands. I applied moisturizer and rubbed gently. This was a sure way to turn her on; I didn’t even need to put my mouth to her feet. That was supposed to be a reward for good behavior on my part.
I pressed my thumb in the arch of her foot and she moaned gently. She liked it when I applied a lot more pressure here. I moved my hands to her calves, and she curled her toes. I was rock hard at the thought of pleasure her in this way.
I kissed her near her knees as I continued to massage her calves. I hope that she’d allow me to perform oral on her. This had been my sex life for many months. She continued moaning, and I took that as a cue to move up. I started kissing her thighs, and she grabbed my hair.
“May I?” I asked her as I moved my hands to her panties. I looked up at her with hopeful eyes. She bit her lip, and I could sense pure lust in her eyes. I was confident that she would allow me. I put my fingers underHer panties.
Then I heard the main door.
“Oh… I had told Brad that I would be all his tonight, dear.” Brad was her boyfriend–the guy she had PIV sex with. “And I told him that I’d send you away. He does not like to hear you while when he fucks me.” I could see the disappointment in her eyes. It was a fleeting moment, but she wanted me to eat her out.
“You need to hide, dear. He will be very upset if he finds us like this.” She pulled her legs up and wrapped her bathrobe again.
I looked at her, dumbfounded. I did not want to hide in my own house just because my wife’s boyfriend does not like me around. I stood up.
“I will tell him to go back; tonight is our night.” I said, but my wife immediately grabbed me.
“I want him tonight. Why don’t you hide in the bathroom? You will be able to hear us.” She usually got a lot more cruel when Brad was involved. She had never turned him down.
I heard him walking towards the bedroom, and she pushed me inthe bathroom. She gave me a peck on the cheek and closed the bathroom door. Why did I not resist? Was I afraid of Brad? Last time I picked a fight with him, it ended with me apologizing. He loved bullying me, and my wife loved to watch me get bullied.
I heard him enter the bedroom. I wanted to get out and confront him. Why couldn’t I? I know the reason, but was too scared to admit it to myself. If I got out and confronted him, it would end with me on my knees begging him to fuck my wife.
I disliked being emasculated in front of my wife. He enjoyed emasculating me only because I hated it. She had changed her behavior towards me now that she was seeing Brad. She respected me less as a man. She did not crave my body anymore, just my tongue.
However, I enjoyed it–all of it. I enjoyed the feeling of humiliation. I enjoyed feeling inadequate. I enjoyed feeling irrelevant in my wife’s sex life. I enjoyed not being allowed to fuck her anymore. All of it.
“All spent upfor me, huh?” Brad said. I pictured Brad’s hands on her shoulder, disrobing her. I heard a kiss. They had a tendency to be loud. I moved to the other end of the bathroom; otherwise, I feared that I would bust in my pants.
I closed the lid on the toilet and sat on it. It was going to be a long night. I could faintly hear her moans; he was probably eating her out. This continued for ten minutes, and then I heard her choking on his cock. I could picture it all.
Then they started fucking. They were loud. He fucked hard enough for me to hear his legs slap against her ass. It was unbearable, and I was on the edge of cumming. I plugged my ears with my fingers. I wanted to hear them, but I couldn’t. My cock continued twitching.
She was much louder tonight. She was putting on a show for me. I heard things clattering and falling. They were frequently changing positions. Suddenly, I heard a loud slam on the door. He had slammed her against the door, and they were fucking uprightt now. Plugging my ears did not work anymore as they were just too loud.
I was going over the edge. This is it! I quickly opened the toilet seat and came hands-free in the toilet.
I didn’t stroke even once. This was shameful. I could still hear them going at it. Post-nut clarity had started to settle in, and I knew that it wasn’t going to be fun. Last time something like this happened, I cried After he left. My wife started caging me after that incident.
I heard them move back to the bed. I couldn’t flush my seed, so I had to see it dissolve slowly in the water. I closed the lid and sat back down. I was no longer aroused.
They continued for a few more minutes. Listening to them go at it passwordately was painful.
Silence. A few minutes passed. The door opened. I was ready to hop in the bed with my wife and eat her out for the next twenty minutes. It was Brad. He didn’t go home? Why has he opened the bathroom door?
I stood like a deer caught in headlights. He also looked confused.
“Are you secretly listening to us fuck?” He took a step in. He looked pissed. He generally is in a good mood after sex. Perhaps not knowing that I was right here angered him. Maybe he thinks that I planned this!
I had to convince him that I had nothing to do with this. I did not want to be beaden with post-nut clarity. “No, wait!” I exclaimed. He continued towards me.
We were face to face. He lifted his hand to slap me, and I instinctively raised my hand to defend and closed my eyes. He grabbed my wrist. “What are you doing?”
“I did not know you were coming over! I was massaging her feet when you–“
“I need to piss.” He interrupted me. I noticed that I’d left the toilet seat closed. I quickly opened it with my other hand.
He smiled. He grabbed me by the collar and yanked me to the floor–right in front of the toilet. He released my collar and swiftly grabbed my hair. There was no way to escape without losing a large chunk of my hair.
He pulled down his underwear with his other hand. “Please, NO!” I begged.
“You sit in the toilet, listening to me fuck. Why shouldn’t I use you as a toilet?”
I could smell my wife on his cock as he came closer to me. “PLEASE!” I begged again and clenched my mouth and shut my eyes.
“Open your mouth.” He commanded. I Reluctantly obeyed. This was turning out to be the most humiliating day of my life. This wasn’t a kink I enjoyed.
“That’s my husband, Brad,” my wife said from the bedroom. He was just centermeters from my mouth. I could smell nothing but my wife and his cock. He released me.
“This is your last chance, cuck. You’re lucky your wife respects you so much. You pull something like this again and I swear I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”
“Yes, sorry.” I quickly curried away to the living room.
I slept on the couch because Brad decided to stay the night. They proceeded to fuck multiple times throughout the night. They most certainly fucked harder now that Brad had proven his dominance over me again. I couldn’t even cry at my condition as I was too aroused by the humiliation.
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